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 Poland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
cv313,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.