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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.