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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.