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 Angola and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.