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 Nauru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Franke,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.