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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Moleskins to the rap 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.