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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxy Music to the jazz 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.