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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agitation Free to the rock 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Zapp,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.