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 Japan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacob Miller to the funk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.