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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.