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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.