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 South Africa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Funkadelic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
Mandrill,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.