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 Maldives and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Marc Almond to the crunk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.