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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 The Offenders to the jazz 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.