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 Georgia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
The Motions,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.