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 Niger and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.