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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.