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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.