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 Israel and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The New Christs to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
The Move,
Whodini,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.