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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood 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 punk 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
The Smoke,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.