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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
The Saints,
MC5,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.