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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Au Pairs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.