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 Laos and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.