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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Q65,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
Shoche,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.