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 Australia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Associates to the rap 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
X-102,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.