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 Egypt and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 10cc to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.