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 St Kitts & Nevis and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Mummies to the grime 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Wings,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Mars,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.