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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Steve Hackett to the rap 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Grauzone,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.