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 East Timor and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer 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 grime 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.