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 Samoa and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.