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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Lou Reed to the electroclash 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.