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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
the Slits,
X-102,
a-ha,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.