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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.