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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Organ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.