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 Belarus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Music Machine to the crunk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
AZ,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.