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 Angola and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 güiro and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Japan,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.