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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 EPMD to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Monolake,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.