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 Nepal and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 June of 44 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.