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 India and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q65 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
The Slits,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.