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 Croatia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.