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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.