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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Connie Case to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Swans,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.