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 Croatia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Angry Samoans 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
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.