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 Singapore and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Alphaville to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
AZ,
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.