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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Popol Vuh to the techno 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
Cameo,
CMW,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.