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 Belize and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Durutti Column to the funk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.