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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Agitation Free to the rap 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.