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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Television,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.