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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang of Four to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a guitar 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.