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 Solomon Islands 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Faust 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 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?
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.