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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Popol Vuh to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.