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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.