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 Malta and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Slick Rick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.