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 Mauritania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Seoul and Paris.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 ABBA to the rock 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.