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 Mali and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Dead C to the jazz 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.