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 Suriname and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Todd Terry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Technova,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
X-101,
The Martian,
AZ,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.