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 Kazakhstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.