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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 DNA to the grime 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.