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 Hungary and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Wire,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.