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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Can,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.