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 Oman and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 D'Angelo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.