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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Soulsonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Hashim,
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.