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 Suriname and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Invisible to the grime 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a harpsichord 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Evens,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
Wire,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.