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 Vanuatu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nils Olav to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.