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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Y Pants to the grunge 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.