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 Malaysia and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alphaville to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.