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 Peru and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Smiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and an oboe 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.