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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quantec to the dance 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 chamberlin and a marimba 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Index,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Erasure,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.