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 Greece and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.