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 Tunisia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.