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 Togo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sister Nancy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.