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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Jandek,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.