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 Ghana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.