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 Brunei and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.