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 Georgia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
June Days,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.