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 Morocco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Busters to the rock 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.