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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Magma,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.