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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Oneida to the rap 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Nico,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.