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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacques Brel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.