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 Kenya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Howard Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.