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 Uganda and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Graham Central Station to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
Technova,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.