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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.