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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 World's Most to the jazz 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
AZ,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Organ,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.