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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
Technova,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Main Source,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.