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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.