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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Derrick May,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.