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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pierre Henry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.