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 Bahamas and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shadows of Knight to the electroclash 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.