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 Turkey and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Normal to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.