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 Cuba and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.