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 Samoa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Slave,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.