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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neu! to the disco 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.