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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Bar-Kays to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Can,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.