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 Samoa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Simply Red to the crunk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Crime,
Hashim,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.