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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.