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 Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Khruangbin to the crunk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Shoche,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Organ,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.