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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.