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 Romania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 a spring reverb and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.