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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Grey Daturas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.