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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Litter 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
the Association,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.