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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Technova,
Cymande,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.