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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonics to the electroclash 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Can,
cv313,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.