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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Wire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Lyres,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.