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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.