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 St Lucia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pole to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.