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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.