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 Algeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Subhumans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Wire,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.