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 Mozambique and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.