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 Botswana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Funkadelic to the dance 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
DNA,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.