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 San Marino and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 L. Decosne to the grunge 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Brick,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.