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 Suriname and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Smog,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.