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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
The Names,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.