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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.