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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Stereo Dub to the grime 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.