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 China and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.