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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.