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 Togo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
PIL,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.