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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Velvet Underground to the grime 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.