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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Neu! to the punk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Skaos,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.