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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.