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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.