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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Magma,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.