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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a chamberlin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Can,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.