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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Magma to the electroclash 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.