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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Negative Approach to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.