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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Youth Brigade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Index,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.