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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 10cc to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.