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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Dirtbombs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.