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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Terry Callier to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.