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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 punk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.