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 Ireland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
The Index,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.