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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Near 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.