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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 the Normal to the funk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
Magma,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.