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 Belarus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.