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 Algeria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Morten Harket to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.