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 Belize and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Audionom to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.