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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Skaos,
UT,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.