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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Bush Tetras to the grime 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Chrome,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.