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 India and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.