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 Norway and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beau Brummels to the techno 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.