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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.