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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Techniques to the punk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.