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 Peru and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Red Krayola to the crunk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.