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 Benin and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Pagans to the funk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.