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 St Lucia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.