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 France and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.