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 Canada 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
Skarface,
John Holt,
Hoover,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.