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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Los Fastidios to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.