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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Aural Exciters 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.