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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Franke,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.