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 Barbados and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 The Doors to the rap 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Crime,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.