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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Basic Channel to the jazz 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.