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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
Lalann,
Index,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.