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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Average White Band to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.