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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Motions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Wings,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.