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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rod Modell to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q65,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.