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 France and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 A Certain Ratio to the dance 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Wire,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.