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 Turkey and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cameo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Niagra,
X-101,
Japan,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.