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 Mexico and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Quadrant to the punk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Visage,
John Lydon,
X-101,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
Cymande,
The Move,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.