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 Romania and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Flipper,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.