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 Oman and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.