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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Terry Callier to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Urselle,
The Fall,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.