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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 One Last Wish to the dance 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.