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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Altered Images to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.