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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Niagra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.