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 Andorra and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Sparks to the grunge 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
UT,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.