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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an organ 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.