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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.