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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Procol Harum to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.