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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Human League to the techno 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.