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 Grenada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sparks to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Erasure,
Wings,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.