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 Austria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.