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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neu! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
Franke,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.