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 United Kingdom and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Metal Thangz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Zapp,
PIL,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.