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 Yemen and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the crunk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Can,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.