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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Barracudas to the disco 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a linndrum 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.