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 India and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anakelly to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
The Motions,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.