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 Japan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Con Funk Shun to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.