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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.