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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Copeland to the dance 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.