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 Israel and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Beau Brummels to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 a linndrum and a snare 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.