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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blackbyrds 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.