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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Chrome,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Wire,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Josef K,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.