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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.