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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rotary Connection to the disco 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.