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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.