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 Bulgaria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.