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 Australia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Modern Lovers 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
Visage,
the Association,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.