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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.