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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.