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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Procol Harum to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.