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 Zambia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 The Music Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.