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 Kenya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Nico to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
The Monks,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.