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 Senegal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Subhumans to the rock 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.