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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.