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 Congo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.