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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.