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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Misunderstood to the techno 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Pole,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.