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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gong to the crunk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.