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 Malta and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Barry Ungar to the grime 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Section 25,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.