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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 güiro and an oboe 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
ABC,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.