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 Belize and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Terry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.