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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Althea and Donna to the funk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.