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 Jordan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Fugs to the electroclash 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
UT,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.