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 Nepal and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.