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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.