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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.