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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.