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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Supertramp to the grime 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
The Residents,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.