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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.