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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.