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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
PIL,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.