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 Sweden and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
Pole,
Can,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.