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 Iran 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Wake to the jazz 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.