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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Hardrive to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
The Gories,
Television,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
MDC,
Franke,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.