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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the rap 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.