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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 The Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.