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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
Zapp,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.