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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.