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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Interpol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
Brick,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.