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 Mongolia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Ken Boothe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
Can,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.