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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Masters at Work to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.