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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funkadelic to the crunk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.