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 Honduras and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ronan to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a spring reverb 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.