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 Czech Republic 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
JFA,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.