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 Libya and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.