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 Niger and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 The Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.