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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 H. Thieme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Make Up,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.