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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed to the dance 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.