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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.