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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Hood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.