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 Syria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pole to the grime 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.