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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.