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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.