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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 a snare 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.