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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.