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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.