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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABC to the crunk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
UT,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.