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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 OOIOO to the funk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
New Order,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and 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.