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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.