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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swell Maps to the jazz 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
The Slits,
The Motions,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.