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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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?
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.