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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.