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 Ghana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fat Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.