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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick May to the dance 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.