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 Nicaragua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.