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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moss Icon 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Q65,
Glenn Branca,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.