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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Searchers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Can,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.