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 Eritrea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker to the crunk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.