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 Monaco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Adolescents to the disco 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 marimba and an organ 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Sparks,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.