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 El Salvador and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Music Machine to the jazz 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.