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 Chile and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Anakelly to the rock 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a mellotron 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.