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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.