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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.