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 Chad and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Mars,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
The Residents,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.