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 Romania and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blossom Toes 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.