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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Echospace 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a mellotron 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.