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 Nepal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.