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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neu! to the techno 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.