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 Angola and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
Joy Division,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.