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 Ukraine and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Knickerbockers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.