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 Cameroon and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun City Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.