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 Uganda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Junior Murvin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.