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 Canada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Slackers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Wings,
Make Up,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.