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 Qatar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Television,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.