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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Jandek to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.