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 Greece and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
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Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.