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 Guyana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cowsills to the grunge 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.