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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Sandy B to the techno 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.