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 Namibia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.