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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.