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 Suriname and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Divine Comedy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.