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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Colin Newman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.