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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.