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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 a marimba and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.