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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.