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 Albania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Mark Hollis to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.