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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 The Durutti Column to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.