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 Pakistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Terry Callier to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.