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 Congo and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Franke to the grime 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.