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 Denmark and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kango’s Stein Massive 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Y Pants,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
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.