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 Germany and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 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?
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.