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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
The Standells,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.