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 Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.