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 Finland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Malaria! to the grime 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.