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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lungfish to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.