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 Mauritius and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a marimba 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.