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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.