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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Can,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.