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 Armenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ohio Players to the crunk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.