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 Chile and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.