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 Austria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
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 clarinet 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 Fat Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.