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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Peter & Gordon to the techno 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
the Normal,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
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.