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 Malta and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.