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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.