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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Buckinghams to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Wire,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.