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 Gabon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slits to the electroclash 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
The Motions,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
JFA,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.