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 Iran and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stetsasonic to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.