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 Jordan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Erasure,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.