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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Soft Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Lalann,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.