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 Belize and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Moebius,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.