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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.