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 Turkey and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.