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 Cyprus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang of Four to the rap 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.