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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rapeman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Can,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.