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 Australia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 World's Most 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.