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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.