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 Malta and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.