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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Howard Jones to the punk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.