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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
The Kinks,
JFA,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.