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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Symarip to the funk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
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.