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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Q65,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.