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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Moleskins to the jazz 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
X-101,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.