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 Korea South and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pretty Things 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
Pole,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
AZ,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.