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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cymande to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.