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 Italy and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Davy DMX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.