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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Intrusion to the crunk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Franke,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.