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 Sweden and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
Nico,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.