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 Honduras and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Pagans to the rap 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
ABC,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.