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 Iran and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Animal Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
Magma,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.