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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.