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 Iraq and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Slits to the dance 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 a theremin and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.