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 France and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.