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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moebius to the jazz 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
CMW,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.