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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Davy DMX to the disco 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Cameo,
Brick,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.