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 Congo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.