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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.