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 Libya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.