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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Intrusion to the funk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.