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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.