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 Singapore and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a snare 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Q65,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.