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 Tanzania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
CMW,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
MDC,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.