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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.