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 Andorra and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ohio Players to the jazz 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Scion,
Monolake,
Magazine,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.