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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.