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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode to the dance 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.