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 Liberia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.