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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bush Tetras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.