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 Gambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liliput to the funk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.