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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Order to the electroclash 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.