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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Darondo 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
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.