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 Belgium and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Franke,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.