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 Niger and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon to the techno 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Television,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.