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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Monolake to the grime 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.