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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magma to the jazz 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Television,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.