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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.