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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.