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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.