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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Stooges 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.