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 San Marino and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.