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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.