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 Burkina and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.