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 Hungary and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.