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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
X-101,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.