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 Niger and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Unwound,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Pole,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.