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 France and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.