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 Philippines and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blackbyrds to the grunge 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Q65,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.