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 Brazil and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Porter Ricks to the rap 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.