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 South Africa and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.