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 Iceland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell to the grime 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
MC5,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.