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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Stetsasonic to the disco 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.