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 South Africa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Organ to the rap 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Scion,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.