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 Kenya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.