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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Max Romeo to the crunk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.