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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.