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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ohio Players to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Main Source,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.