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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
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 clarinet 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 Loose Ends to the dance 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
MDC,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.