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 Georgia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
Yaz,
The Litter,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.