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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buckinghams to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.