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 Ukraine and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.