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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.