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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Skriet,
Oneida,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.