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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Warsaw to the disco 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
the Association,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.