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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
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.