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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Tim Buckley to the disco 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Shoche,
The Litter,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
The Motions,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.