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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Guru Guru to the rock 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
ABBA,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.