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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.