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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
Television,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.