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 Cambodia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Crime to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Brick,
a-ha,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.