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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
AZ,
Main Source,
Cluster,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.