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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Wells to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.