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 Benin and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the techno 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.