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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.