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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
JFA,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.