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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minny Pops to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an oboe 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.