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 the UAE and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Althea and Donna to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.