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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Television,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.