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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Red Krayola to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a snare 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.