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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Doobie Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
Monks,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
CMW,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.