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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Visage,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
Adolescents,
MC5,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.