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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sparks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Chrome,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.