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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.