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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.