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 Nauru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Grey Daturas to the funk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
Television,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.