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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the techno 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.