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 Guyana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 guitar and an oboe 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.