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 Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 the Normal to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.