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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Buckinghams to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Nas,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.