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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Victims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Shoche,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.