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 Armenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Fire Engines to the funk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
Television,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.