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 Italy and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Monolake to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Ronan,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.