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 Malta and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.