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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sun Ra to the dance 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.