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 Colombia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 The Golliwogs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.