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 Liberia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Oblivians to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Lyres,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.