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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Harmonia 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
ABC,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.