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 Lesotho and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.