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 Gabon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.