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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.