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 Bangladesh and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.