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 Croatia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Magma,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Wings,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.