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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Almond to the grime 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 a rhodes and a 808 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Ronan,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.