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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.