Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bush Tetras to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
Skaos,
Can,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.