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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.