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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Wings,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.