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 Zimbabwe and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Scientists 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.