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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.