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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Birthday Party to the crunk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.