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 Angola and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.