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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Masters at Work to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.