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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grey Daturas 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.