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 Bahamas and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neon Judgement to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Crime,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.