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 Ireland 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Heaven 17 to the dance 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Mars,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.