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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a theremin 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.