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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quantec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.