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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Index,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.