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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pylon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
The Index,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.