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 Lebanon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 The Wake to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Cluster,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.