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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stetsasonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
The Remains,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.