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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
The Cure,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.