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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motorama to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.