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 Burkina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Sparks,
ABC,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.