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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a clarinet 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.