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 Ghana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fuzztones to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.