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 Belize and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 synthesizer 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.