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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.