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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pagans to the electroclash 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.