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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Von Mondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.