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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
Monks,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.