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 Zambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.