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 Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Goldenarms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Fear,
The Fall,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
cv313,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.