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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Ludus,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
AZ,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.