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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Can to the dance 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.