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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Yellowson to the grime 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.