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 Togo and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
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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.