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 Spain and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
X-101,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.