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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erasure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.