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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
Cymande,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.