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 Montenegro and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.