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 Romania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun City Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
Smog,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.