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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the crunk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.