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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Cameo,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.