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 United States and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Siglo XX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.