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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.