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 Samoa and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Gong,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.