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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 Lille and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Supertramp to the punk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.