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 Mexico and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.