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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.