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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Audionom to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.