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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Altered Images to the grunge 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.