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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Au Pairs to the grime 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Swans,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.