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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Remains to the crunk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
The Move,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.