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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Quadrant to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.