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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.