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 Albania and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
the Swans,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.