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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 China Crisis to the jazz 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.