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 Kenya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.