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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.