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 Belgium and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Hardrive to the electroclash 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 snare and a theremin 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.