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 Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.