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 Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Crime,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.