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 Lithuania 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Magma,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.