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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Max Romeo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
Kayak,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.