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 Iceland and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Trux to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Cowsills,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.