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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Little Man to the dance 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.