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 Uganda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Magazine,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.