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 Togo and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Pole,
PIL,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.