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 Armenia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.