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 Portugal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pierre Henry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.