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 Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.