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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.