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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Move to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
Oneida,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.