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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.