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 Burkina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.