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 Thailand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
Slave,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.