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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.