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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the funk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
MDC,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.