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 Samoa and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 The Star Department to the jazz 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.