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 Costa Rica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.