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 San Marino and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Chris Corsano to the disco 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.