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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Chrome to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Wings,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.