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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Evens to the dance 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
The Martian,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
DNA,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.