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 Comoros and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slave to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.