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 Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 The United States of America to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.