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 Malta and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.