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 Seychelles 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Bauhaus to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.