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 Portugal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quantec to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.