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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.