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 Senegal and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.