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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.