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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.