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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
X-102,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.