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 Comoros and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Traffic Nightmare 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.