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 Namibia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marmalade to the rock 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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?
Rekid,
The Doors,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Brick,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.