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 Namibia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Last Poets to the jazz 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 a clarinet and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Nico,
Slave,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.