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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tubeway Army to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.