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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 spring reverb 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.