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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Pole,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.