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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.