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 Burundi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Five Americans to the crunk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.