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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 B.T. Express to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
UT,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.